Devlin staggered across the damp, dark street to an even darker alley sidewalk. He jumped back as an old, homeless man sang a merry tune pushing his cart filled with clothes and cans.
His brown eyes widened as a tramp with way too much make-up on smiled a toothy smile at him. "Okay, where the fuck am I?" Devlin asked himself shaking his head as he walked further down the dark street the lights of the cars and digital billboards behind.
As the pungent scent of dumpsters reached his nostrils he gagged. His eyes began to water as he passed more gray trash cans and black trash bags covered in flies. When he wiped the water away he stopped, and read a bright white billboard on the highway above, "The Big Apple?" Devlin asked himself sifting through all his memories and knowledge to find out where he had heard that name before.
"New, New York." Devlin said his eyes filled with realization. "But, where's all the flying cars and all the other stuff?" He asked turning around to see the colorful lights in the distance. "So that must be Time Square."
He walked back up the alley, the end was just a black gate anyway. He plugged his nose as he passed the garbage again. He took a deep, long breath as he reached 'civilization' again. He didn't know what the hell he was going to do; how he was going to survive, contact his parents.. But, he was Kevin Levin and Gwen Levin (nee Tennyson)'s son, he could make it through.
He walked down the street manuvering his way through the crowds his hands in the pockets of his black shorts. He passed by many people shoving things into his face and trying to convince him to buy them, they were lucky he didn't pound their face in.
He ran a hand through his hair as he kept walking for what seemed like an hour then he stopped in front of an abandoned entrance to subway tunnel. The stairs were boarded up with yellow tape reading "CAUTION" in bold black letters.
Devlin raised and eyebrow as he spotted a small but passable opening under one of the old wood planks. He checked to the left and right of him before he held onto the metal railing of the stairs and slid through the opening with ease.
"Woah." He said as his feet landed somewhat smoothly onto the floor of the abandoned subway tracks. He jumped onto the elevated platform and shook his hair.
He half-smirked, unsure of what to do next until he heard a distant sound. He followed the sound until light was visible off of a wall. He peeked his head behind the corner only to see "old fashioned" TV's stacked across and on top of each other, an old arcade game, a vending machine, and a small dusty matress.
A raven-haired boy about the age of eleven, the same age as Devlin, jostled the joystick of the arcade game as an orginal Sumo Slammer's episode played on one of the TV's in the background.
Devlin stepped forward accidentally stepping on a candy wrapping sending an echoing crunching sound through the run down subway station. Devlin flung back and stuck to the wall as the boy stopped playing abruptly and his hand edged near the side of the arcade game, "Who's there?" The boy asked his hand on the arcade game, his skin feeling the radiating warmth of the over-heated game.
The boy sucked in the raw energy inside the arcade game letting the blue electricity clump and surge around his hand as he grinned. "You really shouldn't do that." Devlin said coming out of the shadows.
"Why n-." The boy started until he saw Devlin. The energy seemed to die out as he stared in awe at Devlin, he looked almost exactly like him. The shaggy, over grown mullet like black hair the eye shape, even their clothes were similar. Except, Devlin lacked the black circles the other boy had under his eyes, and the boy's eyes seemed to be dark almost black even. While Devlin's were a trouble-craving brown, and lastly the boy had a heavy padlock around his neck. While Devlin was sporting a protection necklace from his mother.
"What are you playing at?" The boy asked his eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?" Devlin asked, damn, even their voices sounded identical.
"You look just like me." The boy said again, his voice seemed to be demanding answers. "Well, except for the fact you have dark bags under your eyes from absorbing raw energy." Devlin stated matter-of-factly.
"What would you know about my powers, small fry?" The boy said irritation and anger saturating his words.
"Um, I happen to be an Osmosian too. And we're the same size dimwit." Devlin said collapsing into the dusty matress.
"An Osmo-what?" Kevin asked leaning against the vending machine. "Hold on, you mean to tell me you have powers and you don't even know what you are?"
The boy shrugged and hit the vending machine with his foot sending a bag of chips down, he retrieved the chips from the slot and shoved a handful into his mouth. "Want some?" He asked chip bits flying into the air as he spoke.
"Sure." Devlin said staring at the screen were a Sumo Slammers battle was going on. The boy tossed a bag of chips to Devlin, "Thanks." Devlin said as he opened the foil bag.
"So what's you name?" The boy asked as he poured crumbs into his mouth and hit the vending machine again for a soda.
"Devlin," Devlin said leaning back on the surprisingly comfortable matress. "Hah, that's funny." The boy said opening the soda and stepping back as the fizz overflowed.
"Hm?" Devlin said as he chewed on the cheddar chips. His mom always told him never to chew with his mouth open, and his dad undid what she said by saying, "It don't matter."
"My name's Kevin, your name's Devlin it kinda sorta rhymes, right?" Kevin said chugging his soda.
"I guess if you think about it." Devlin said burping as he crumpled the empty chip bag. After a moment or two of silence Devlin began laughing. "What?" Kevin asked burping as well then plummeting into the matress making dirt to clot into the air.
"My dad's name is Kevin." Devlin said pushing the untidy bangs of his hair out of the way. Kevin started to laugh as well, "What?" Devlin asked.
"My dad's name was Devin." Their brown eyes widened and they looked at each other and after a couple of seconds the burst into a guffaw.
"You know, my grandpa's name was Devin too." Devlin's voice was slow and shaky, but Kevin didn't notice. "That's so weird." Kevin said getting up and turning on three more TV's.
Devlin's eyes were still wide as Kevin kicked back his feet and watched the three screens flipping his eyes to different screens every minute or so.
Devlin had just came to a realization. If his grandfather was named Devin and Kevin had the same name as his dad and Kevin's dad was also named Devin there was a slim chance he was sitting on a matress with his eleven-year old father.
"Hey, K-kevin." Devlin said scooting closer to Kevin trying to keep a low profile by pretending to be interested in one of the many TV screens.
"Yeah?" Kevin asked as he tugged on his padlock necklace. "What's-what's your last name?" Devlin asked his words faltering. Kevin raised an eyebrow, "It's not like I go by folks' anymore but it's Levin." Kevin said then he returned to watching his shows.
While to Devlin the room seemed to be spinning and his brain seemed to hurt a lot. He was, in fact, sitting in an abandoned subway station with his eleven-year old father.
While it seemd hard to believe everything fit, the names, the resemblance.. the lack of futuristic technology in New York. The portal had sent him back in time.. but why?
